Anyway, on the way to Atlanta a few weeks ago, my friend and I stopped at Wendy's for lunch, and I got to relive a few fond memories of my Wendy's days:
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Wendy's
So, I worked at Wendy's for about three months while I was in high school. It was a pretty terrible job in all the ways you'd imagine. But my store manager had a special humiliation lined up just for me: every Saturday, I had to dress up as Wendy and hand out balloons. When I asked why no one else ever had to don the itchy, yarn Wendy's wig and put on her pinafore, the manager said, "You're the only white girl working here. Does Wendy look black to you?" Well, he had a point. But still!
Anyway, on the way to Atlanta a few weeks ago, my friend and I stopped at Wendy's for lunch, and I got to relive a few fond memories of my Wendy's days:
Anyway, on the way to Atlanta a few weeks ago, my friend and I stopped at Wendy's for lunch, and I got to relive a few fond memories of my Wendy's days:
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Though I understand that it's unpleasant to be REQUIRED to dress up as 'Wendy' and hand out balloons, getting to wear a weird costume sounds like (nearly) the ideal job to me!
Which, I suppose, is why my attic holds a bunch of costumes that I've designed and made over the years. I don't get to use them very often, though... If anyone ever needs a seven-foot-tall turkey vulture as a team mascot, I've got the costume!
That is a hoot.
That caption, though ... jeez. That's something Hardee's would do.
glad to know wendy's boobs are fresh, never frozen...
Faith: I think you should send your turkey buzzard costume to David Letterman. Every night he's been featuring the Jose Feliciano song "Old Turkey Buzzard" on the show, with footage of a bird (looks like a hawk to me) "flying high."
Mom says; I had forgotten that humiliating detail of your short, but hated stint at Wendy's. My main memories of your high school employment have to do with your pervasive scent of oil and garlic from waitressing at the Italian restaurant mingling with your friend David's aroma of fish and deep frying oil from HIS job at a fish and chips place. Way too much olfactory stimuli on a daily basis!
Well - the boss cold have said you were the only redhead - no?
Well - the boss cold have said you were the only redhead - no?
I wasn't a redhead then!
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